We found the rat.
Listen, we're going to take him out.
Now, lookit. The address
is 314 Washington.
You got it?
All right. We'll see you there.
What? - We were followed.
- By whom?
- By Costello's people.
- Impossible.
One of the cops he's got on the
inside tipped him. C'mon, c'mon!
Come on!
What the fuck is going on?
Fucking shit. It looks like Queenan
is meeting with all of them.
Yeah, he must be our guy.
Oh Christ, it's too late,
let's go back up.
Shit! You gotta get out of
here, take the fire escape.
- What about you?
- I'll be fine, but if you get made,
I can't protect you. Go, go!
Well, one of you mugs got a light?
- Where's your boy?
- He is studying law at Notre Dame.
Where's your fuckin' boy?
Tell me, you motherfucker
where's your fucking boy.
What the fuck was that?
What, did you fuckin' see that?
Sarge, something just
came off the building.
What the fuck...
Uh, fuck!
What do you mean, something
came off the building?
Go again with that information!
- It's fuckin body.
Sir, it's a fuckin body.
- Somethin came off
the roof, I don't know.
Sarge, we can't get the visual, do
you want us to get off the car?
We gotta get on foot if you want,
we get up on this thing.
- Where the fuck were you?
- What the fuck happened?
You're fuckin' late, Get in the van!
What do you mean,
somethin' came off the roof?
What the fuck's going on? I came to
meet you. What the fuck's going...
Get in the van! Get in the van!
I don't know sarge. But I got
4 armed men right out front.
Do you want us to pursue?
- No, do not pursue, stay in the car!
- Fuck, don't fucking pursue.
I need more information.
What came off the roof?
No pursuit.
Fuck this.
Fitzy! Get in the van!
Get in the fuckin' van.
Let's move! Move!
Officer's down! I repeat.
Officer's down.
A trooper's been shot.
Send some backup.
So do you know why Queenan
went into that building?
- No.
- Better question,
is why the fuck were you
guys following him.
I told internal investigations
to follow Captain Queenan.
- Why? - That's internal
investigation's business!
Fuckin' piece of shit!
Get the fuck off me!
I don't have to fuckin' explain
anything to anybody! I can fuckin'
- investigate anybody I fuckin'
want to - Let him go. Come on!
I don't give a fuck what you think!
Captan, I've got
a reason to believe,
that Queenan got killed by
his own fuckin' undercover.
- That's a fuckin' lie!
- He has fuckin' information in a
locked file, as did Captain Queenan,
- I need access to those files.
- I forgot the password.
But if you wanna
come down the garage,
with me, I'd be happy
to give it to you!
- That's a fuckin' lie!
- Nobody calls me a liar!
Shut up!
Work with the tech guys
to unlock those files,
Dignam take a leave of absence.
Take a leave of what?
Queenan is dead. I'm your boss now.
- I don't give a fuck. I'd rather
hand in my papers first.
World needs plenty of bartenders.
- Two weeks with pay.
- Good.
- Piece of shit.
- Fuck off.
- I need those codes.
- No. You want those codes.
So where the fuck were you?
Well, boss told me to go home.
Whatever. Maybe he did, maybe he
didn't. But weren't at fuckin' home.
So where the fuck were you?
I was at the grocery
store with no signal. All right?
When I got the signal,
I got the call.
What the fuck do you want from me?
Was I there, was I not there, huh?
Billy, Billy!
He's gut shot.
Yeah.
You know what I thought today?
What's that?
Who didn't show
up today, is the rat.
Yeah.
So?
You know you've never
been late in your life
uh... when I called you...
I made a mistake.
I gave you the wrong address, but
you showed up at the
right one, didn't you?
Tell me why you didn't tell nobody!
Tell me why?
That cop was tough, we were
excessive with the cop.
He's dead. I'm goin' home.
Your guys should not have done that.
One of us had to die. With
me it tends to be the other guy.
Yeah, but Queenan, now
I got now